Chapter 671 Xie Lingjiang: The female history lady is leaving slowly without seeing you off [Please vote for me!]
"By the way, what kind of wine is that?"
Ouyang Rong had just climbed onto the rooftop of Xunyang Tower when he suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask the maidservant who was following him respectfully.
He rushed back to Xunyang Tower from the west city gate to keep the appointment. Yan Liulang was guarding downstairs. When he learned that Ouyang Rong had returned, everyone from the owner of Xunyang Tower and Qin, the pipa master, came to greet him enthusiastically, but they were all waved by him gently.
, declined, leaving only a beautiful maid to guide him upstairs to the rooftop that had been reserved in advance.
The maid asked softly:
"Sir, are you talking about the water and wine in our building?"
"Yes, that's right. This is Brother Huaimin, who keeps it in your restaurant. Take it all. He should have mentioned it to your boss when he came over in the evening."
The beautiful maid praised:
"I have mentioned that this is Xunyang's famous wine. Mr. Yuan, who loves wine, only has two and a half bottles in my building, and even wrote a poem to praise it... Xunyang has so many fine wines that it can keep the cup from drying out. That's what he said
it……"
Ouyang Rong nodded:
"It can make the cup dry, but it can make people dry, right? Okay, bring them all up, don't spare them for our Master Yuan, otherwise you will look down on him." He said with a smile.
"Yes, please wait a moment, sir. I'm going to find my master and go to the cellar to get it."
Seeing the beautiful maids leaving, Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze, randomly picked up a chair by the table, threw his body into the chair, pressed the armrests with both hands, and let out a long breath.
I looked around at the exquisitely arranged rooftop.
He picked up a bundle on the table and opened it.
This was handed over by Yan Liulang just before going upstairs, and was prepared according to Ouyang Rong's instructions.
The package was opened, and inside there was a beautifully packaged ebony box and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, with dewdrops still condensed on the petals.
Ouyang Rong did not open the ebony box.
He nodded with a slightly satisfied expression.
It's a bit vulgar, but there is no woman who doesn't like flowers and gifts, followed by gold and jewelry.
I am a creature that loves romance and ritual.
Even though she said the same cliche, her hands that took the flowers were not slow at all.
If you don't give it away, there will be problems, because other girls have it, and she can't live without it.
Women love to observe details and add some of their own imagination.
If there is, she may not necessarily think about the good aspects, but if there is no, she will definitely think about the bad aspects.
Flowers and gifts themselves are not worth a lot of money, but they can reflect your intentions. The thoughts behind them are the most valuable in the eyes of women.
Of course, this is based on the premise that she likes you, and she will love whatever you give her. If she doesn't like you, sending flowers and gifts will be cliche, boring, and even disgusting.
However, Ouyang Rong's process and sense of ritual are still very advanced in this world.
Nowadays, many men in Zhou Dynasty have a macho mentality and would not even care about "drinking more hot water" for fear of being insulted and afraid of being said to be a lion roaring from Hedong. Unless they are the kind of young men who are professional in cheating, they can talk sweet words and know how to do it.
Coax the little girl, but this is also looked down upon by the mainstream public opinion in Zhou Dynasty.
Ouyang Rongze does not have this kind of thinking baggage.
In addition, he is also the governor of a state and is busy with official duties, but he can be thoughtful and patient enough to prepare these "little things"... Anyway, the way Yan Liulang looked at Ouyang Rong just now was full of admiration.
Able to bend and stretch, he deserves to be married to a girl with the fifth surname in the Ming Dynasty!
What little lady doesn’t like this?
Although the relationship has been confirmed, it is still as romantic as when they first met.
It’s not without reason that Miss Xie was so eaten up by the Ming Dynasty.
Putting the baggage on the easily accessible cabinet at the entrance to the rooftop, Ouyang Rong glanced at the bright moon above his head.
Today is the fifteenth, and the moon is full and bright.
Tall buildings stand beside the river, and the evening breeze blows gently.
Ouyang Rong slapped the fence and waited quietly. He did not look at the changes in spiritual energy in his body's Dantian for the time being. He would wait until he returned to Yin Bingzhai's study.
Time passed minute by minute.
At two o'clock in the morning, there was still no sign of anyone.
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.
Are you still practicing?
In fact, Ouyang Rong didn't know why the junior sister was so inwardly involved. It seemed to have started when he was recovering from illness in Longcheng. This appearance of being loose on the outside and tight on the inside, he didn't know if something had stimulated her...
While my thoughts were wandering, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.
Ouyang Rong immediately cheered up, turned around to greet him, and stretched out his hand to touch the bundle.
"It came just in time..."
Halfway through his words, his face froze and his hand on the bag stopped.
"Rong, Rong female history."
Ouyang Rong was surprised when he saw Rong Zhen rushing in with a piano case in his arms.
Behind her was Yan Liulang who was hesitant to speak, but it seemed he didn't stop her.
Seeing Ouyang Rong coming to greet him on the rooftop, Rong Zhen seemed to be slightly relieved, but his face remained cold.
From behind, Yan Liulang cast a look of apology at Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand slightly, and Yan Liulang retreated first.
Walking up to the rooftop, Rong Zhen looked around impatiently.
"I have been looking for you, Ouyang Lianghan, why are you running back here? Just now at the West City Gate, why did you leave without saying goodbye? This is not your style. You didn't even say hello. Are you unhappy? Did I do something tonight?
I am dissatisfied with this palace because of what offended you, so I left early? Huh, this kind of temper is a bit too childish, you...eh."
She was criticizing, and her eyes gradually saw the arrangement on the rooftop clearly, especially the exquisite small coffee table in the clear moonlight breeze. The only outdoor table on the entire rooftop was lit with an oil lamp that had a great atmosphere, as if waiting.
Sit down with someone.
The female historian's eyes changed slightly, and she looked a little suspicious:
"Who are you waiting for?"
Ouyang Rong replied seriously: "No, I'm not waiting for anyone. I'm just having a drink by myself. What's the matter with Rong Nu Shi? It's windy here. Come downstairs and let's talk while walking..."
But Rong Zhen kept his pace and asked: "Why don't you go home and drink if you want to drink? Why choose here to drink? And where is your wine."
Before Ouyang Rong could answer, a figure appeared on the stairs.
"Sir, the wine you requested is here."
The beautiful maid held a tray with three wine bottles in it, walked up to the rooftop, and placed it on the table in front of Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.
The maid first looked curiously at the ice-beautiful girl in palace attire, and then at Ouyang Rong, who was a little reserved next to her. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, smiled, and quickly retreated.
"Sir, Madam, please take your time and chat. The night is just right tonight."
Ouyang Rong immediately explained: "This is not my wine, it belongs to Yuan Huaimin. They got it by mistake..."
Rong Zhen looked down at the finely bound basin of water and wine, and suddenly interrupted:
"No wonder Yuan Changshi left so early in the evening and took Commander Yi with him."
Ouyang Rong frowned: "Ah?"
Rong Zhen turned his head and stared at him: "Are you angry? I am really absent-minded tonight and ignore your feelings."
He shook his head: "No, Rong Nu Shi's matter is important, we have to take good care of the seniors."
Rong Zhen pursed his lips, sat down directly on the extra seat, stared at the wine bottle in front of him, and lowered his head slightly:
"I can't drink too strong a drink. My heartbeat will speed up inexplicably. I rarely drink alcohol in the past."
Ouyang Rong immediately stretched out his hand to collect the wine tray: "Then I won't drink. Let Nu Shi tell me what happened here. Let's talk about business..."
Before he finished speaking, with a "pop" sound, Rong Zhen's slender jade hands had already opened the cloth cover of the wine mouth, unsealed it and poured wine.
Ouyang Rong:......
Rong Zhen poured half a glass into the small wine cup in front of him, paused, tilted the wine jug, and added some more, making it seventy full.
Twisting the small wine cup between her two fingers, she lowered her head and took a sip: "It's an emergency. Logically speaking, I can't drink. But if you can help, it's not impossible to make an exception."
"It's okay, you don't need to drink, I'll help you directly." Ouyang Rong waved his hand, his butt on the stool, and asked cautiously: "But Rong Nushi, please tell me what you are doing first."
"Do you still remember the songs that Mr. Yu played when he was visiting Kuanglu Mountain?"
Ouyang Rong looked at her serious expression, hesitated a little, and nodded: "Remember."
"Can you still play?"
Ouyang Rong nodded again: "Yes."
Rong Zhen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Teach me."
Ouyang Rong asked calmly:
"Among those six songs, is there the one Rong Nu Shi is looking for?"
Rong Zhen stared at the water in the wine cup, was quiet for a while, and then suddenly took a sip.
"Actually, that piano piece is a fusion of these six pieces."
"Ronghui?" Ouyang Rong said in an unexpected tone.
"That's right!"
Rong Zhen sat cross-legged, his waist straightened involuntarily, and he softly chanted:
"The bridge in the distance is clear and shallow, and the lotus boat floats on it. The rocks in Dai can hardly block the pine flow of the stream. From a distance, you can see the pear trees standing on the green mountain, and there is still the sound of the valley and the sky."
He asked: "What is this?"
"You were not in that carriage just now, and you left early, so you didn't hear the old man's words or the music of the piano. This Qi Jue poem was mentioned by the old man.
"It is said that according to this poem, that is, Yuanqiao, Lianzhou, Daiyan, Xisong, Cuishan, Liting, Shenggu... In this order, the real song can be obtained by merging the qin music."
Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful and suddenly asked:
"Isn't it seven? Is there one missing?"
Rong Zhen nodded solemnly:
"That's right, there is a piece missing, corresponding to 'Lotus Boat'."
Ouyang Rong muttered Qijue Shi to himself and touched his chin:
"Arranged in sequence, 'The distant bridge is clear and the lotus boat floats' is the first couplet, and the lotus boat is the second image that appears. This means that the missing song 'Lotus Boat' should be placed in the second position."
Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's right."
Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked at the moon, exhaling a long breath.
This time he finally knew what was missing from the piano sound.
Keeping this sequence in mind, he looked at Rong Zhen with a little gratitude.
The female historian sometimes really doesn't treat him as an outsider.
"Rong Nu Shi and I are talking about this. Aren't you afraid that I will know this song and reveal the secret?"
Before, Ouyang Rong thought that the piano music that the old musician and Rong Zhen needed were just some formation killing moves in Si Tian Prison, but now he realized that they were sword skills! And Rong Zhen must know better.
Rong Zhen said nothing, looked ahead, raised his glass and took a sip of wine.
After a while, she spoke:
"You will teach me, you swear."
Ouyang Rong was helpless:
"What are you swearing for? It belongs to you. Since I have attended the meeting, of course I will teach you."
When Rong Zhen heard this, he turned his head and stared at him with cold eyes.
Ouyang Rong noticed that there was a slight blush in her eyes.
My chest was also rising and falling...no, it was my heartbeat that was speeding up.
He glanced at the half-empty small wine cup in Rong Zhen's hand.
"Okay, I swear that I will do my best to teach the female Master Shi how to play the piano."
Ouyang Rong raised his hand and nodded seriously, as if he thought of something and couldn't help but persuade:
"Rong Nu Shi, please stop drinking. Isn't it said that drinking alcohol can make your heart beat faster? What if you are sick?"
After saying that, I was going to grab her cup.
But the red-eyed girl suddenly dodged him.
She drank half a glass of wine in one gulp and looked at Ouyang Rong, still a little embarrassed.
But after a while, Rong Zhen started to stagger and suddenly cursed:
"You are the only one who is sick, Ouyang Lianghan, you are all seriously ill! You only know how to make people drink. You are so despicable. You have read the books of sages in vain, you are disgraceful to the gentlemen, and you are dressed like a beast!"
It may be that she has been in the palace for a long time and has been well-educated. The girl in palace clothes only knows these old-fashioned curse words, and her lethality is almost zero.
However, Ouyang Rong felt that he had suffered a loss. He had done nothing, so who could he reason with when he was scolded?
"Why, you feel guilty and don't say anything?" Rong Zhen sneered with a blushing face: "You have the guts to do it but don't have the guts to admit it? You are a coward, you are really a coward."
"First, Rong Nu Shi is drunk, so scolding me is useless." Ouyang Rong raised two fingers with a calm look on his face, and said slowly: "Second, I didn't know Rong Nu Shi would come, the wine is not for you, not even for you.
mine……"
At this time, a fiery red shadow suddenly appeared on the stairs not far away, like a fire in the dark night.
"Elder brother...Ms. Shi?"
Xie Lingjiang paused and shook his head apologetically:
"It's okay, you guys are busy first."
She spoke softly, turned around and walked away, walking down the stairs with graceful steps.
"Wait a minute, little junior sister, Rong Nu Shi is here to discuss things, Liu Lang should have talked to you."
Ouyang Rong stood up immediately and called out to her.
Xie Lingjiang was noncommittal and tilted his head slightly:
"Master Female History is here, please don't neglect us, we are not in a hurry."
Rong Zhen seemed to understand something. He looked around the rooftops and Ouyang Rong's face.
"Bang."
He put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up immediately, rolled up his sleeves and left.
"Sorry, I shouldn't bother you with official business." She went downstairs with a cold face.
Xie Lingjiang stopped and looked sideways at Rong Zhen. Rong Zhen passed by her. One was taller and the other was shorter. There was a big height difference between them. However, Lady Shi, who was only 1.5 meters tall, had a domineering figure of 1.8 meters.
Under Ouyang Rong's awkward gaze, Xie Lingjiang suddenly stepped forward, took the baggage, opened it and took a look. She suddenly turned her head and shouted:
"Ms. Shi, are you drunk? You forgot your rosewood comb and flowers."
"I'm not drunk, I'm not from you!" Rong Zhen retorted subconsciously.
But when she realized something, her ears turned red and she didn't turn around.
"Oh, I misunderstood, sorry."
Xie Lingjiang looked at her petite back, nodded slightly, then looked at Ouyang Rong, walked over to hug her, and raised his hand to carefully adjust his collar;
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for the gift. It's thoughtful. I like it very much."
She is very quiet.
But the sound is not quiet.
Rong Zhen took a deep breath and turned his head, not looking at the softly smiling girl in red.
She said seriously to Ouyang Rong:
"Master Governor, please rest early and go to Xunyang Grottoes to find me tomorrow morning before the second quarter of the day. Well, don't forget the oath you just made."
Without waiting for Ouyang Rong to nod, Xie Lingjiang smiled and answered politely:
"You have to be able to get up, Ms. Shi. You'll be so drunk after just a few glasses of wine. Ms. Shi, please go slowly without seeing her off. Be careful at night."
Ouyang Rong was about to speak, but immediately shut up and didn't look sideways.
Xie Lingjiang also watched intently, calmly and with a smile as he watched the cold and cold girl in palace clothes leave in a hurry.
Ouyang Rong has a plain hand on his waist, gently placing it on his waist...
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